"Is your name Fitzpatrick?"
"Yes, sir."
"Mine is Clark."
Fitzpatrick put on his hat.
"You're running the 313, I believe?" continued Siclone.
"Yes, sir."
"That's my engine."
"I thought it belonged to the company."
"Maybe it does; but I've agreed to kill the man that takes her out before this trouble is settled," said Siclone, amiably.
Fitzpatrick met him steadily. "If you'll let me know when it takes place, I'll try and be there."